Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood

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at 35 dawn rose
on my biological clock
shadow cast aside, a plan
roused my center

past thick denial
burst a want beyond
the petty worries

a sense of line traveled
past body

his sperm, burnt before we met,
swam only in idea
ejaculate, sticky on my leg
embodied nothing of future
empty clod of white protein
held the hair flat
against wet vulva

he warned me of a
someday when my
nature might awaken
and long to lullaby

I swore I'd never leave
not knowing then what
I do now, yet somehow
knowing none-the-less
that despite wish's rise
and fall, trust's steady
stream connects past
corporeal concern

freedom to consummate
day or night, staved-off
that need to nurture

now, someone else's seed
planted deep inside
thumps against our future

this genetic pact connects
with his in spirit

Barbara Joan Tiger Bass earned her MFA from Mills College, 2003, and her BA from Sarah Lawrence College, 1982. Her poetry has been published online at VeRT, in The Peralta Press, and performed by Windmill Lane Entertainment. Her children’s musical, “Kochka,” was performed by Capitol Chamber Players. She resides in Oakland, CA, with her 9-year-old son and her fiancé, and teaches creative writing to children through her business, Enjoy Learning.

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